Actually Grand

In September 2015, three weeks after I got engaged, I went to the doctor with a pain in my chest that had been there for a couple of days. Despite being pretty anxious about my health in general, I didn’t expect anything to be actually wrong, I mean, not really. I thought I would be told it was muscle pain and sent on my way patting my own back that I had been vigilant. What actually happened was quite, quite different. I was sent straight into A&E from the doctor’s office and after completing a 24 hour stint which included several ECGs, blood thinners in case it was a clot and a scan, I was told I was grand and sent home only to be called back in 12 hours later. There was a ten inch tumour in my chest that the first radiologist that had looked at my scan hadn’t noticed but the second one that looked at it managed to catch. Give that second radiologist a can of coke!  A terrifying biopsy (“So I’m just going to stick this giant needle through your chest, quite close to your he...